I've Still Got It

He was handsome. He was fit.

And he loved me… A little bit.

His name was Snoopy—had a beak,

And feathers too, just take a peek.

He was attractive, had the moves.

(When I walked by,) got in the groove.

He gave his birdly parts a whirl…

Yes, this could all be yours, sweet girl!

But when I tried to show my man

The ruffled feathers, tail fanned,

Everything was slicked down flat,

And glowering ‘turkey’ eye said “Scat!”

When Husby left, the bird’s array

Was once again out on display,

It’s nice to know that at my age,

I still can make some males rampage,

Though I, sadly, must admit,

T’was a turkey vulture making it!

Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,

With Poetry, we all besought

To try to make the week begin

With pleasant thoughts,

Perhaps a grin?

So all of us, together, we,

Have crafted poems for you to see.

And when you’ve read what we have wrought . . .

Did we help?

Or did we not?

Jenny

Charlotte

Mimi

Next week, because we have a few,

We’ll talk of FRIENDS that helped us through!